Girl's on the other side of the street, kicking rocks against a shop wall in a childish display of boredom. She's had little to do but explore, though the city is now as familiar as the back of her hand. Sometimes being out was better than being confined, even if it meant she had nothing to do until nightfall.

Whistler's presence is something to keep her occupied. He'd been kind enough, the few times they'd talked. Girl could do with a distraction that was more an easy breeze than a powder keg.

"Have you ever used that to wack someone?" She raises her voice from across the way, hoping she sounds familiar enough that he'll let her join him for a while.